The corn is high in Iowa--not quite up to an elephant's eye, but our boys were impressed that it was "taller than our car" as we drove past cornfields on our way to pick blueberries this morning.
We had to go at 8 a.m. to beat the heat--sweltering weekend and week ahead. Luckily, there was cloud cover while we were there and a nice breeze. It was quite pleasant.
Daniel's interest was not sustained, but he busied himself with sampling the merchandise while Ed and I kept picking. Ed declined to lighten his load by dumping his bucket into mine, so when we were done he got to weigh his own--a whole pound!
These berries are so delicious. We simply can not stop ourselves eating them. It's a sad, sad thing whatever happens to them on the way from the field to the grocery store. Even in season, store berries don't even come close.
From there we went on to the Iowa City Book Festival, where a parade of characters was scheduled for 10 a.m. Again, the clouds were our friends, saving us from the intense heat. We met several of our favorites and then stuck around for a hilarious puppet show. I should note that the hilarity was indirectly proportional to the age of the audience, as it should be. John was invited to speak on a panel about book reviewing, so he was in the air conditioned university library rather while we were pursuing our fictional friends.
(The girls are our friends Eva and Franny who met us there.) Having spent the entire morning outside, I have no guilt about staying in the air conditioning all afternoon. If we're ambitious, we may hit the city pool after 5 p.m. (half price!)
We had to go at 8 a.m. to beat the heat--sweltering weekend and week ahead. Luckily, there was cloud cover while we were there and a nice breeze. It was quite pleasant.
Daniel's interest was not sustained, but he busied himself with sampling the merchandise while Ed and I kept picking. Ed declined to lighten his load by dumping his bucket into mine, so when we were done he got to weigh his own--a whole pound!
These berries are so delicious. We simply can not stop ourselves eating them. It's a sad, sad thing whatever happens to them on the way from the field to the grocery store. Even in season, store berries don't even come close.
From there we went on to the Iowa City Book Festival, where a parade of characters was scheduled for 10 a.m. Again, the clouds were our friends, saving us from the intense heat. We met several of our favorites and then stuck around for a hilarious puppet show. I should note that the hilarity was indirectly proportional to the age of the audience, as it should be. John was invited to speak on a panel about book reviewing, so he was in the air conditioned university library rather while we were pursuing our fictional friends.
(The girls are our friends Eva and Franny who met us there.) Having spent the entire morning outside, I have no guilt about staying in the air conditioning all afternoon. If we're ambitious, we may hit the city pool after 5 p.m. (half price!)
